(no subject)

[demonspawn]

IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

post as your characters.
anons reply with character names.
ur character + that character = facesucking.
underagedchans can hug or hold hands etc.

Comments

[hexappeal]

When I go there, I usually get pecan. It's a habit I can't break.

[She holds out her hand.] Well, come on, then. I'll make some tea -- or coffee, if you'd rather.

[hulk]

Oh. [ Dammit. ] Sorry, th- Well. Change is good?

But - [ Handing off the pie because she wants the pie not his hand, clearly. ] - no, tea's fine. Better, even. Thanks.

[hexappeal]

No, I meant it in a good way. The only way I'll indulge in anything else is if someone else brings it on over. You know, like now for instance.

[Just so she can carry it on into the kitchen and dish it out. She's still under the impression that he thinks he'll get cooties or something if he touches her, so the offer is never really verbalized (or gestured).

She leads him into the kitchen.] Earl Grey alright? Though Chai might go better with it.

[hulk]

Ah, then it's. Glad to help then.

[ It's less cooties and more the idea that distance lends to safety of a kind - stay out of arm's reach and you can't get smacked. But he still follows after, hands in his pockets for lack of anything else to do with them. Yet. At least he thinks there might be a yet because there's still a large portion of his brain thinking this is a terrible idea and maybe he shouldn't do anything after all except eat the damn pie. ]

Either or works. Not too picky with that.

[hexappeal]

I haven't find a good merger of the two here, yet. I guess the only option to do it right is to do it myself -- though it's tempting to just make a pecan-apple or pumpkin-apple pie. I don't think I could combine all three without keeling over.

[She thinks that she's being a (charming) dork right now; a laugh attests to this assumption. Without any idea that he has some sort of ulterior motive, she fills up the kettle on the stove and gets to work on the hot water part of the tea while she gets out a large knife and cuts two slices out (one slightly larger than the other) and dishes them onto plates. She plops into one of the chairs then gestures for forks to fly on over to her.]

Come on, take a seat. [She smiles up at him, clearly pleased to be in his company. Perhaps more than she is to be eating pie, even!] Do you take whipped cream with yours?

[hulk]

Can't you just-- Mix up the filling and then have it work out like that?

[ Yeah, Bruce doesn't understand... Cooking. At all. It's about as decipherable as magic, which. Nope. A whole lot of nope.

Easing into the chair next to her, he keeps all ulterior motives to himself (for the moment, anyway, or maybe for a while longer - a while here meaning forever), arms crossed and resting on the table. He shrugs, and okay, that's. Her laugh is definitely nice too. ]

Well, uh. If you're having any? Th- But if you're good then so am I. I'm good either way, really.

[hexappeal]

I could! But that's not how I make pie. All from scratch, all just right. I'll make you one sometime. [With her perfectly sliced apples and homemade crust. This might be a euphemism, if you squint enough!]

Ugh, such a pain. [She holds out a hand and a can of whipped cream appears in it; it's probably easier to leave it at that and not ask exactly where it comes from and be content with the assumption of "magic," really. She pops off the top and puts a little on her piece before sliding it midway between them.] Bon appétit!